Science knows nothing about this matter,
But fancy may come to talk and flatter.
And as all mankind in this agree,
There's a future life for you and for me.
Let science slide; we'll go with the tide,
Uplift ourselves above the sod,
And claim to be a part of God;
Though God extends through time and space,
While man, alas! soon ends his race,
And whether he lives his own life again
Or is lost in the infinite, I do not think plain.